To say he was nervous would have been an understatement to describe the horrible feeling that twisted his insides. Confidence was not something he lacked, and yet he was still a nervous wreck about meeting a four-year-old.

Of course, he wasn't just any four-year-old. He was the son of the girl he had been dating for the past few months and whom Leon practically considered his girlfriend, and he had to win the little boy over no matter what.

While overthinking was eating away at his brain and he could practically see smoke coming out of his head, the sound of a door opening brought him back to reality. The little boy was holding his mother's hand, with half of his body hidden behind her and his big blue eyes staring at Leon sitting in the living room of his house.